Ingrid
My dear Ingrid, where will you go?
Where will you go from here?
Your heart perverse, and otherwise mutilated
But I must admit, I kind of like you like this
My dear Ingrid, I kind of like you like this
Oh Edwin Black, I hope you've come to notice
The disease it seeds so deep inside her womb
Oh how it feeds and seethes inside an open wound
My god it barely feels real
This level of control it is ecstasy
Endlessly down the rabbit hole we go
Mind control and all the joyous things that go with it
Take it back, take it back
Where'd the vibrato go?
Where did the scowl on your face go?
Black
By now you should know that I'm no good
You know that I'm up to no good
By now you should know that I'm no good
You know that I'm up to no good
My dear Ingrid, what are your plans?
What are your plans from here?
You can't go back
No, you should know you can never go back
My dear Ingrid, I kind of like you like this
Oh Edwin Black, I hope you've come to notice
The disease it seeds so deep inside her womb
Oh how it feeds and seethes inside an open wound
My god it barely feels real
This level of control it is ecstasy
Endlessly down the rabbit hole we go
I can barely wait to see you squirm in pain
On your knees, beneath me
I can barely wait to see you squirm in pain
My delight
I was under the impression that you had the conversation
That you never wanted to die but it was all lies
You can die the death that you want to die
My dear, Ingrid
Where will you go from here?
Your heart perverse, and otherwise mutilated
But I must admit, I kind of like you like this
My dear Ingrid, I kind of like you like this
Oh Edwin Black, I hope you've come to notice
The disease it seeds so deep inside her womb
Oh how it feeds and seethes inside an open wound
My god it barely feels real
This level of control it is ecstasy
Endlessly down the rabbit hole we go
Mind control and all the joyous things that go with it
Take it back, take it back
Where'd the vibrato go?
Where did the scowl on your face go?
Black
By now you should know that I'm no good
You know that I'm up to no good
By now you should know that I'm no good
You know that I'm up to no good
My dear Ingrid, what are your plans?
What are your plans from here?
You can't go back
No, you should know you can never go back
My dear Ingrid, I kind of like you like this
Oh Edwin Black, I hope you've come to notice
The disease it seeds so deep inside her womb
Oh how it feeds and seethes inside an open wound
My god it barely feels real
This level of control it is ecstasy
Endlessly down the rabbit hole we go
I can barely wait to see you squirm in pain
On your knees, beneath me
I can barely wait to see you squirm in pain
My delight
I was under the impression that you had the conversation
That you never wanted to die but it was all lies
You can die the death that you want to die
My dear, Ingrid
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Writer(s): Richard Pell
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